#WritcoStoryPrompt21
My dear child, I know you had your doubts about your birth. I couldn't tell you while I was alive so I left you this letter. I told your father to keep it until you were old enough to understand its contents. Your real parents lived in Faerie, the realm of Fairies, Elves, Sprites, and other things.

Yes, these creatures are considered mythical on Earth, but they are not. You always ask why you never fit in. Let me tell you. You're not from Earth, but Faerie. Your real mother is something. She's either a fairy or a witch. Maybe she's both, I don't know. Your real father is something too, but I don't know what. What is my proof? This is the accumulation of it. The craddle is the first. It wasn't just a craddle, let me assure you! Read below to learn everything.

1. We thought we had a hospital incubator on our porch! Remember I told you that you were born premature? You were so tiny! That incubator turned into a craddle. It was of marvelous craftmanship! Yes, Dad blushed because he couldn't make something that high-quality.

2. You displayed powers when we found you. You illuminated darkness! No human did that. You...